High up in the luminous skies,
An ancient serpent is dancing cleverly,
Mesmerising everyone that follows it,
Snatching them in its alluring moves,
Tantalizing ears with feathery words,
Blowing kisses of iridescent dreams.
He seems to be a magician,
Always at service of fictitious tales,
Exhibiting distinguished storytelling tricks,
Tying and untying vices and virtues,
Intermixing desires and fears.
This serpent adores the shows
Pretends to have shelves filled with knowledge
Goes on endless trips simultaneously,
But of course, it's a masquerade alone.
A realized Being watches it laughing,
Eclipsing the serpent's loud sounds,
Putting aside each invitation,
To dance with its clouds.
Topic(s) of this poem: life, mind
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